§05 · Scare City · 147 Hz · Pothos · Be enough
Whose dream is this?
In-Room Exercise — Whose Dream Is This?
(paper and pen at hand)
What don't I have enough of? Where am I coming up short?
Write down whatever surfaces — succinctly, one line.
What do I have more than enough of — even too much? Where am I burdened by excess?
Write that down too.
Now breathe slowly from the belly, attention on the exhale.
Look at your first answer. Ask: Why?
Let thoughts, images, rationales, feelings arise as they will. Do not think about them or process them. Witness them arise. Acknowledge them. Let them pass.
Let it come, let it be, let it go. Que venga, que sea, que se vaya. Lenta, fácil, libre. Slow, easy, free.
Why don't I have enough of this? Whose dream is this?
Now look at your second answer. The same breath, the same witnessing.
Let it come, let it be, let it go. Que venga, que sea, que se vaya. Lenta, fácil, libre. Slow, easy, free.
Why do I have too much of this? Whose dream is this?
Practice in the Wild — Story Inventory
When was the last time you told yourself no? It won't work. That'll never change. I can't. I shouldn't.
What was the story that came before that — or after?
Write it down in full. The whole tale: every barb, every doubt, every whisper that tiny voice uses to weaken you into submission and inertia. Give it the mic. Let it have the stage.
If you'd rather speak than write, record a voice memo instead. And if you're feeling brave, share this practice with a close companion — exchange stories simultaneously, or sealed, so neither of you shapes what the other sees. Make this pact: these stories go no further, and you will follow the second part strictly.
Because now that the story lives on the page, Yunkaporta would say it is dead. What use do we have for a dead story? None. It's trash.
Bin it. Burn it. Tear it up. Eat it, drown it in the lake, pee on it, bury it. Hard delete, no undo.
Big breath. Howl. Scream into a pillow. Give it hell. Really let it go.
Then give yourself a hug. Give someone else a hug. Take a hot shower, eat a cookie — whatever soothes you.